After the Rain

It is after the rainstorm that flowers bloom.
The birds fill the air with their melody.
A fresh, sweet aroma lingers there.
Raindrops fall to puddles below,
Causing outbound ripples to flow.
All dreary thoughts are washed clean.

So is the same, dearest, my love for you...

After the rain fled my faice
Your love made me blossom
Our hearts, united, sing love's sweet song.
Blooming, our love leaves behind its sweet scent.
Your words, thoughts and feelings
Add to my "love puddle".
My every doubt and fear is cleansed from my soul.

My dearest sweet, our love is like
The calm of the storm.
Though distance separates us,
Our friendship and love
Shines brightly through-
Soothing us in heart, mind and soul.